The atmosphere turned awkward, or perhaps the only person feeling awkward was Qin Yiren herself.
The Old Madam continued chanting with contentment.
A pretty girl picked up a delicate-looking pastry from the Eight Immortals Table, quietly took a bite, her gaze still fixed on Qin Yiren, a hint of schadenfreude hidden in her expression, openly treating her as entertainment.
Qin Yiren: "..."
Glancing back at the silent courtyard, she confirmed once again that the Old Madam liked quietness and was likely not the approachable type.
Otherwise, the servants in this house wouldn't walk so quietly, each one acting as if they don't exist.
Even the Bo Family's maids can joke around while working, far less trained than here.
She stood patiently for another ten minutes.
Qin Yiren pressed her lips uncomfortably and spoke softly: "Old Madam, I apologize for disturbing you, I'm the Qin Yiren you wanted to see."
Indeed!
Even if she was impolite, suddenly appearing here was not her intention.
